Feeling like a clown around old friends
Tending to be giddy and not mature
Better when suppressing my natural bent
And ugly when I'm straying from my better character

They're whispering softly to me
the angels and poets watching me
Calming my fears and my woes
for stressing the paths that I have chosen

Secret pains will eat your whole alive
The ones you'll certainly bottle up forever
Festering inside until you die
No purging this decay outside confession

They're whispering softly to me
advisors from my own reasoning
Warning that these are dire straits
hurry, prescriptions should be placed

I can look into my rectitude and see darkness
the anger from the sadness from the trials
that started with love

The guiding voice that keeps my pace alive is singing lullabies

It's quiet- not a peep
It's sent the kid to sleep
long enough I find
that it keeps my spirits charged with lullabies

I can look into my solitude and see confusion
the boredom from the excitement from finding my niche
that started with love